[ Fading out of existence was planned. An acceptable sacrifice, the loss of a handmaiden for the return of a hand. Fading back into existence, however, was entirely unexpected.
A bright green light disperses and the form of a young girl with alabaster skin and long black hair is left behind, looking around with squinted eyes, the only sign of confusion, or any emotion for that matter, on her face. She steps gracefully out of midair onto the rim of the fountain, where she spots the small black device and picks it up. For someone who looks so ethereal, she seems to know exactly what to do with this piece of modern technology. She holds it at arms’ length and begins recording to video. ]
I do not recognize this place. It is not London, nor is it the City of Saint Francis. It is most certainly not Broxton, Oklahoma either.
[ She looks around a moment more, before returning her attention to the camera. Having come to the only conclusion that makes any sense to her, she speaks her accusation, putting an end to one small matter, at least. ]
Loki, you have misplaced your Stark phone. Come and retrieve it.
[ She ends the transmission and sits by the fountain to wait. ]